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Lilah listened close to the movement in the next room, watching shadows shift on the wall. Whoever it was couldn't be that tough, could they? It was just the shadow being cast that was distorted, right?
it was strange- she almost didn't want to move once she had the spear. Not put of fear, but attracting the attention of whoever it was was not on the top of her list. Terribly inconvenient, especially while injured.
Still, she reminded herself that whoever was in here was a threat, who could steal her supplies or end her life. So, as silently as she could, she crawled across the floorboards and into the room that served as her sleeping area.
Steeling herself and putting on her most vicious expression, she stood with her sword in the room with a filthy old mattress, dozens of piles of books and a crate. She drew a deep breath, and aimed her spear at the mystery person-
it was strange- she almost didn't want to move once she had the spear. Not put of fear, but attracting the attention of whoever it was was not on the top of her list. Terribly inconvenient, especially while injured.
Still, she reminded herself that whoever was in here was a threat, who could steal her supplies or end her life. So, as silently as she could, she crawled across the floorboards and into the room that served as her sleeping area.
Steeling herself and putting on her most vicious expression, she stood with her sword in the room with a filthy old mattress, dozens of piles of books and a crate. She drew a deep breath, and aimed her spear at the mystery person-
After rummaging through three cabinets with no luck, Connie's side was beginning to get worse. Stretching their limbs to reach higher places only caused the wound to bleed more profusely, staining their gray sweater dark red. As they stopped for breath, they heard a creak in the floorboards, slow and deliberate, like someone was attempting to sneak up on them.
Slowly, as to not irritate their wound any further, they spun around to face their assailant.
"Oh thank god", they said, voice still a bit gravelly from waking up. The person standing there, holding a crudely made spear, looked young and dirty. Harmless, they thought. They cleared their throat.
"I was expecting a--ah bigger threat, yeah?" They tried to stand straighter now, almost buckling under the amount of pain in their side.
"Say, ah--you don't happen to have any, ah, first aid kits here, do you? Can't seem to find one."
They gave the hedgehog a toothy grin, showing off unnervingly sharp teeth, while waiting for an answer.
Slowly, as to not irritate their wound any further, they spun around to face their assailant.
"Oh thank god", they said, voice still a bit gravelly from waking up. The person standing there, holding a crudely made spear, looked young and dirty. Harmless, they thought. They cleared their throat.
"I was expecting a--ah bigger threat, yeah?" They tried to stand straighter now, almost buckling under the amount of pain in their side.
"Say, ah--you don't happen to have any, ah, first aid kits here, do you? Can't seem to find one."
They gave the hedgehog a toothy grin, showing off unnervingly sharp teeth, while waiting for an answer.
The only indication Connie gave of listening to Lilah's attempts to speak was a slight twitch of their ears in her direction. Other than that, they remained occupied with dressing their (thankfully smaller than anticipated) wound.
"There. That--ah, oughta hold it," they looked up at the struggling girl, and rolled their yellowed eyes. "All right, all-all right. Don't hurt yourself, yeah? Here," they had found a slightly damp, crumpled notebook and leaky pen in one of the cabinets, most of the writing in it washed away, "use this."
"There. That--ah, oughta hold it," they looked up at the struggling girl, and rolled their yellowed eyes. "All right, all-all right. Don't hurt yourself, yeah? Here," they had found a slightly damp, crumpled notebook and leaky pen in one of the cabinets, most of the writing in it washed away, "use this."
Lilah's ears perked instinctively when this new... cat-looking-hedgehog thing relaxed upon seeing her. She felt... she wasn't sure. She hadn't felt this in a long time. Indignant? Yes. That was the word. She was feeling indignant.
A bigger threat? She'd destroyed leigions of robots so often this part of the Remnants was almost completely barren (ignore the mob of eggbots she'd run from in the beginning), and survived on her own for sixteen years with just her spear, her feet and her gut.
that just proves you're competent, said the irritating voice in her head. You've never actually killed another Mobian.
shut up, she ordered it.
She was snapped out of her revere suddenly. A first aid kit? She had raided a hospital last week. She'd even stashed a few Red Cross boxes into her floor.
Never setting her spear down or even looking away for a second, she gave a jerky nod. She nodded to a loose floorboard five paces behind her.
A bigger threat? She'd destroyed leigions of robots so often this part of the Remnants was almost completely barren (ignore the mob of eggbots she'd run from in the beginning), and survived on her own for sixteen years with just her spear, her feet and her gut.
that just proves you're competent, said the irritating voice in her head. You've never actually killed another Mobian.
shut up, she ordered it.
She was snapped out of her revere suddenly. A first aid kit? She had raided a hospital last week. She'd even stashed a few Red Cross boxes into her floor.
Never setting her spear down or even looking away for a second, she gave a jerky nod. She nodded to a loose floorboard five paces behind her.
Connie, still grinning smugly and confidently, passed her without a trace of of worry or fear, and kicked over the boards. They gave a satisfied grunt to see that the kid hadn't lied and carefully got on their knees to lift one of the kits out of the space.
"Danke, junge," they hummed, slipping into German. That was another odd thing about waking up in a strange world; sometimes their thoughts would be in another language, usually one they learned in a past life, making it difficult to think or speak English if they spoke to quickly. Boy, dying sure had a lot of weird, unnecessary consequences. No wonder more people didn't come back from beyond grave.
"So, junge," they lowered themself to the floor and opened the kit, "what are you doing out--ah, out here by yourself? You shouldn't be--er, running around by yourself pl-playing with sharp objects. Could hurt yourself, yeah?"
"Danke, junge," they hummed, slipping into German. That was another odd thing about waking up in a strange world; sometimes their thoughts would be in another language, usually one they learned in a past life, making it difficult to think or speak English if they spoke to quickly. Boy, dying sure had a lot of weird, unnecessary consequences. No wonder more people didn't come back from beyond grave.
"So, junge," they lowered themself to the floor and opened the kit, "what are you doing out--ah, out here by yourself? You shouldn't be--er, running around by yourself pl-playing with sharp objects. Could hurt yourself, yeah?"
Lilah watched this mysterious person dress their injuries, only blinking when they called her something she didn't understand. That was fine. Insults didn't have to be stitched or cauterize. Insults could be ignored.
She raised her eyebrow, however, when they asked their question. Why was she out here? Well, the answer was simple, really. Although she'd seen the far away cities with their pretty lights, strange sounds and delicious smells, she simply didn't want to get closer. The cities were where the eggbots lived. Mama had told her. Stay away from cities.
And to cap it off, her spear protected her. It did not injure her, except when she had first handed it.
Great. Now all she has to do was put all that into words. She opened her mouth to speak but winced at the dying-animal noise that came out. Like a dead, hot wind that blew across the desert, only shuffling sand as it went.
She coughed and tried again. Now the noise sounded something like the word "I".
She raised her eyebrow, however, when they asked their question. Why was she out here? Well, the answer was simple, really. Although she'd seen the far away cities with their pretty lights, strange sounds and delicious smells, she simply didn't want to get closer. The cities were where the eggbots lived. Mama had told her. Stay away from cities.
And to cap it off, her spear protected her. It did not injure her, except when she had first handed it.
Great. Now all she has to do was put all that into words. She opened her mouth to speak but winced at the dying-animal noise that came out. Like a dead, hot wind that blew across the desert, only shuffling sand as it went.
She coughed and tried again. Now the noise sounded something like the word "I".